"D-Damon?" The simultaneous call of his name made his body begin to itch. Before him there were two women....one of which was still knocking at his heart...while the other had slipped into his heart and reeked havoc.

'How is she standing there alive and well?'

That was the first question he asked himself. And his first solution was...hallucination. Just like that time at the mall, this could be nothing except that. But the harder he thought, the more implausible that sounded. It'd been years since he had beaten himself up about her betrayal and as such, it'd been years since he experienced hallucinations. This woman could be no one but...